[Whoa. Blast from the past. Tim forgot she used to wear her hair like that.] You just got in? [Tim is moving, now, too, going to meet her. Lucky he's not too far.]
Great, this place is pretty peaceful, so there shouldn't be any trouble--not that you'd have any, either way, I mean. So, uh, listen, this might be a weird question, but what was the last thing you remember from your world?
[He has to know. For science. And not culture shocking you.]
[Bludhaven. It feels like a lifetime ago now. He doesn't think Bludhaven ever existed in Jason and Damian's world- did that mean she was from his?
He doesn't miss the tone, but it's hard for him to puzzle out why. It makes him a little ashamed to admit, even to himself, that he's never really gonna be great at dealing with her, but trying is what counts, right? They were, all of them, strung together now, tied by the fate of being Batman's family.]
That's cool. We all need time. How are you, now? I mean, you called me...
[Ah. That time, then. Tim rounds the corner, crossing the street, and-- there, that's about where he figured Cass would be. He waves to get her attention and hangs up.]
Hey. Want to go find somewhere to sit? [They were kind of all in bad shape for a while back then. In a way, maybe it's a good thing that somehow, this Cass can find a place to be. Maybe sooner than her old self did.]
[Cass had noticed Tim was older, but it hadn't really stood out until he was in front of her. God, he got tall at some point, what the fuck. Or taller, anyway. Almost everyone's tall next to her. She saw him approaching before he waved, but let him do his thing.]
... Yeah. [She nods, hands loosely shoved in the pockets of her jacket, elbows pressed against her sides. Like she's trying to make herself seem even smaller than she is. Lead on, Timopher.]
[The life of a 5'3 tall boy would be very sad indeed. Tim hesitates, unsure, but he reaches out and touches Cass' shoulder, squeezing it briefly, then, because well, he's not Dick but someone has to be, he opens his arms and pulls her in for a hug.]
We might be stuck here for a while, but-- It's really great to see you.
[Pause.] Oh. Yeah, I'm uh, I'm seventeen, right now. You're around that age, right now, too, right?
When I got pulled out here I was... well, it's a long story.
[She tenses at first in the hug--she had expected it, seen it coming from the first micro-impulses of the action in his shoulders, but she's been pretty unused to positive physical contact lately.
Cass finally lets out a shaky breath, hugging him back, tight. She just nods against his shoulder in response at first, before pulling back.]
[Oh no Tim that's definitely not it. Either way, she starts walking after him, hands back in her pockets.
She already regrets calling him, on the same irrational, self-destructive level that has driven her for the past few weeks. Cass realizes it would be so easy to get away. She could run right now, and go to ground somewhere in this city. She could trash her device. She could find a place where no one from home who knows what she's done, knows what she's capable of, would ever find her. She could disappear, and be alone with her regrets and her failures, like she believes she deserves.
Finally, slowly, she nods, though she can't shake the haunted look in her eyes. The tension in her entire body, the anxiety, is still clear.]
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on 2018-04-09 11:58 am (UTC)Great, this place is pretty peaceful, so there shouldn't be any trouble--not that you'd have any, either way, I mean. So, uh, listen, this might be a weird question, but what was the last thing you remember from your world?
[He has to know. For science. And not culture shocking you.]
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on 2018-04-09 12:06 pm (UTC)[She seems a little troubled by having to think about that question though. GUESS WHO'S DEALING WITH SOME SHIT BACK HOME]
I, uh... was in England, for a while. After... Serbia. And Blüdhaven. Wasn't ready to come home.
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on 2018-04-09 01:13 pm (UTC)He doesn't miss the tone, but it's hard for him to puzzle out why. It makes him a little ashamed to admit, even to himself, that he's never really gonna be great at dealing with her, but trying is what counts, right? They were, all of them, strung together now, tied by the fate of being Batman's family.]
That's cool. We all need time. How are you, now? I mean, you called me...
[There's a question, there.]
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on 2018-04-09 01:27 pm (UTC)... I don't know. Bad. I gave up Batgirl.
[It's been a lot of agonizing soul searching and a lot of trauma dreams for the past few weeks.]
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on 2018-04-09 02:32 pm (UTC)Hey. Want to go find somewhere to sit? [They were kind of all in bad shape for a while back then. In a way, maybe it's a good thing that somehow, this Cass can find a place to be. Maybe sooner than her old self did.]
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on 2018-04-09 03:21 pm (UTC)... Yeah. [She nods, hands loosely shoved in the pockets of her jacket, elbows pressed against her sides. Like she's trying to make herself seem even smaller than she is. Lead on, Timopher.]
You're... older, than you were.
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on 2018-04-10 03:33 pm (UTC)We might be stuck here for a while, but-- It's really great to see you.
[Pause.] Oh. Yeah, I'm uh, I'm seventeen, right now. You're around that age, right now, too, right?
When I got pulled out here I was... well, it's a long story.
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on 2018-04-10 03:42 pm (UTC)Cass finally lets out a shaky breath, hugging him back, tight. She just nods against his shoulder in response at first, before pulling back.]
You too. [a beat] I'm nineteen.
Um, should we... talk somewhere else?
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on 2018-04-10 05:30 pm (UTC)Yeah, just getting there. Follow me. You hungry?
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on 2018-04-10 06:42 pm (UTC)She already regrets calling him, on the same irrational, self-destructive level that has driven her for the past few weeks. Cass realizes it would be so easy to get away. She could run right now, and go to ground somewhere in this city. She could trash her device. She could find a place where no one from home who knows what she's done, knows what she's capable of, would ever find her. She could disappear, and be alone with her regrets and her failures, like she believes she deserves.
Finally, slowly, she nods, though she can't shake the haunted look in her eyes. The tension in her entire body, the anxiety, is still clear.]
Could eat.
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on 2018-04-13 02:34 am (UTC){ooc:Hello! Since inbox AC may not count (you're exempted the first month, tho!), I put up a post to continue here c:]